"The use of hidden weapons is also the strength of warriors..." Chen Ming went over, picked up Bodhizi, and smiled at Bai Fei, "However, hidden weapons are the most powerful only when you almost don't use them. What I accept is this kind of education."

There are also differences in hidden weapons, but a group of third-rate warriors use hidden weapons as bright weapons. Isn’t this intentional guard against?

"I used to... also received almost the same education, but I couldn't understand it thoroughly." The latter smiled, then left the ring, and if he lost, he would lose. The game allowed the use of hidden weapons, so even if he complained, he would be the one who was embarrassed.

Besides, as a warrior, when competing with the other party, he ignored the possibility of hidden weapons, which is a fatal mistake! It's just an ordinary fighting competition now, otherwise he might have died...

"So you know how to use hidden weapons?" As soon as he got off the court, Xiang Zidao came up. "I haven't seen you use them since the preliminaries, and I thought you didn't like using hidden weapons."

"I don't like using this thing very much. After all, it's better to use crossbows or guns if I really use this thing..." Liu Tao smiled at him after hearing this, "But one day, how should I protect myself when I face the enemy holding a gun?"

People always have to keep more trump cards by themselves. In fact, if they can, they don’t even plan to use hidden weapons here.

It must be admitted that Bai Fei of Kongtong Sect, the improved deadly sword technique, is indeed difficult to deal with. He had no experience in dealing with soft swords before this. Especially when the other party used it, he also added the flail technique.

It is a bit similar to Gongsun Zhi's Yin-Yang Confused Blade Tech, the difference is that it is only used with a soft sword. When you think it is a sword technique, it uses the flail method. When you think it is a flail method, the other party uses the sword technique again.

But the tricks of the Death Sect, which will definitely save them when attacking, and even the fighting style of life-for-life fighting can only be passively defended.

"In the era when thermal weapons were prevalent, swords, guns, sticks, iron cloth shirts and golden bell covers were actually meaningless." Xiang Zidao replied casually when he heard this.

Rather than being lonely, it is more like gloating, as if becoming a disciple of the literature department is the most correct choice. Perhaps, this is the real thought of the disciples of the literature department in this era...

"Actually, if you practice the iron shirt and golden bell cover well, ordinary pistols can still be defended by twenty meters away." Chen Ming thought for a while, the biggest problem was that the bullets were shot and injured in the target, not by impact, but by tearing force.

When the bullet is fired, it is actually in a state of spiral rotation. After it comes into contact with the skin, it will tear the skin apart and then drill into the flesh. Of course, the pointed bullet is a bit interesting, but it just increases the speed of drilling through the skin...

Theoretically, if it is about twenty meters, the opponent's tearing force is not that high. He has the ability to have four to five layers of golden bell covers. At most, it will only break through the dermis and then be clamped by the muscles.

"The problem is that you can't attack the enemy twenty meters away!" Xiang Zidao gave Chen Ming a blank look, "Besides, let alone twenty meters, it's not difficult to face the enemy within ten meters, and avoid bullets."

As long as you pay attention to the movements of the other party's muzzle and fingers, and then quickly make evasive actions, there will be no big problem. In the martial arts world, there will be training like this, and even professional soldiers and security guards will receive such training.

Of course, I used special plastic ammunition, and even if I was hit, I wouldn't die... It hurts a lot.

"If I get twenty meters away, why don't I run away quickly?" Chen Ming retorted.

"You are still good..." Xiang Zidao smashed his mouth and had to accept it.

Similar to bone-transparent nails, iron bodhi, date pit nails and money darts, they usually throw the best results within five meters. I heard that the island country will use cross marks or kunni, but that thing has high requirements for concealment, after all, it is really obvious.

If there is that distance and concealment, won’t the crossbow or sleeve arrow smell good? Even a bow and arrow will solve everything!

In the next two games, Chen Ming was not required to play. Xiang Zidao fought against the winner of the second round, while Shaolin lay disciples who failed in the second round were against Bai Fei.

"This cleft fist is a bit weird..." Xiang Zidao touched his painful face, stepped back, and sat next to Chen Ming. As expected, this guy lost. He lost two consecutive games, and then he won all of them, which was third.

Chen Ming looked over the audience. Although it was a bit far away, he could see that the old man who came over to watch was a little angry.

"Isn't it something similar to Jeet Kune Do or Taekwondo?" Chen Ming asked back.

"That kick was completely at the level of the Viagra, and it included several fighting skills." Xiang Zidao said, "Most of the time, you block with your hands and don't make any kicks casually, but when you show your vital points, this kick suddenly comes over, just like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, making you unpredictable."

"Is this obvious?" Chen Ming was not surprised by this. "Since Liecuquan itself has an absolute understanding of various types of martial arts and can only be used, then his leg techniques include various fighting skills, which is normal."

"... Of course I don't mean that..." Xiang Zidao shook his head, "If you have to be proficient in so many fighting skills, it will naturally require long-term training. If you are a martial arts disciple, you can probably understand it. But if you are a literary disciple, don't you need to learn it?"

"So what I said..." Chen Ming seemed to realize this problem. To practice this kind of cleft boxing well, he had to practice it continuously, and at the same time had to have a clear understanding of various martial arts schools. The energy required to be invested is not easier than his research on internal skills.

But the question is, the other party is still a student, so don’t need to learn? If not, it’s better to be a martial arts disciple. But usually those who come here are all literary disciples…

"You are actually taking into account both the civil and military departments, right?" Chen Ming came to the other party, "I have a classmate who is very similar to you, and he is also a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"You are talking about the third brother Xiao Yao, right?" The latter looked at Chen Ming, "I am his second brother Xiao Ping."

"You brothers are all civil and military practitioners?" Chen Ming was a little curious, or surprised. The disciple of Xiaoyao Sect in front of him was actually Xiao Yao's second brother. So, is Xiao Yao...

He suddenly swept into the audience, and then saw a familiar figure in a corner. The latter seemed to notice that Chen Ming was looking at him, so he bowed to him, saying hello.

"Brother is a pure literary department, but we are both civil and military practitioners." Xiao Ping replied, "Brother, as the heir of the direct line, is generally very likely to compete for the heir of the head. Xiao Yao and I... can compete, but we have to put some effort into it."

He paused, clenched his fists and said, "I don't plan to give up if I don't even work hard."

As you can imagine, the situation on Xiao Yao's side is probably similar. Think about it, the Xiaoyao Sect is formed by several bankrupt sects, and everyone wants to be the head, but who has few children and excellent disciples.

If you want to stand out from a large number of outstanding talents, only real talents can be imagined, and the pressure can be imagined...
Chapter completed!